In The Poetry

This poem which is sort of grim at the end is an attempt to describe a kind of day very early in spring when we’re hopeful spring is coming but it darkens down and gets cold and damp at the end which is very much the way the poem happens.

Late February

The first warm day,
and [...]

A lot of what writing poetry is about is about paying attention. And this poem comes out of me being in the bathroom and noticing a spider in the bathtub in a little tangle of hair and then sort of expanding on that and trying to draw some meaning from it.

An Epiphany

I have seen the [...]

The following is about my grandmother, Moser, my mother’s mother who had a set of pink depression glass dishes and its pretty well described in the poem my feelings about these – that glass dishes don’t keep hot fluids hot and so on, but it’s also a poem about the kind of poverty those people [...]

This poem addresses something that I think about a great deal which is simply that we are another kind of animal and that we’re blessed with a superior intelligence but can’t divorce ourselves from all the other creatures.

Walking on Tiptoe

Long ago we quit lifting our heels
like the others – horse, dog, and tiger – [...]

The following poem is dedicated to a whole generation of women – that would have been my grandmother’s generation – who did hand-painting on china and many of us in my generation have their hand-painted china in our china cupboards that we get out on special occasions and so on. And I’ve always been fascinated [...]

This poem which is sort of grim at the end is an attempt to describe a kind of day very early in spring when we’re hopeful spring is coming but it darkens down and gets cold and damp at the end which is very much the way the poem happens.

Late February

The first warm day,
and [...]

This poem which is sort of grim at the end is an attempt to describe a kind of day very early in spring when we’re hopeful spring is coming but it darkens down and gets cold and damp at the end which is very much the way the poem happens.

Late February

The first warm day,
and [...]

The following poem is dedicated to a whole generation of women – that would have been my grandmother’s generation – who did hand-painting on china and many of us in my generation have their hand-painted china in our china cupboards that we get out on special occasions and so on. And I’ve always been fascinated [...]

This poem which is sort of grim at the end is an attempt to describe a kind of day very early in spring when we’re hopeful spring is coming but it darkens down and gets cold and damp at the end which is very much the way the poem happens.

Late February

The first warm day,
and [...]

The following is about my grandmother, Moser, my mother’s mother who had a set of pink depression glass dishes and its pretty well described in the poem my feelings about these – that glass dishes don’t keep hot fluids hot and so on, but it’s also a poem about the kind of poverty those people [...]